​I remember the day that they had hired her. I saw her walk into the store for her first shift and she looked very familiar to me but I didn't know from where. She turned to me and smiled with her crooked yellowish teeth. She then said hello and knew my first name. Somehow she knew who I was but I still couldn't put a name to her face. I then asked her name and she said it was Heather Bower. Then it came back to me. She was from my high school. I had gone to school with her but I didn't really know her that well. I remembered her being notorious for something but I couldn't remember for what. I watched her as she took her place in behind one of the tills. She was very nervous and giddy and seemed to be laughing at everything; it was a nervous type of laugh. She was also very twitchy and at times she seemed like she was going to fall into a seizure. It was evident that she had been a drug addict in the past and was likely still using hard drugs in the present. But back in school she was not known for drugs, it was for something else. Over time I knew the answer would come to me.

In my youth I had worked at a restaurant as a server. I enjoyed the socializing with the customers, my fellow co-workers and the money was good as well. I guess you could say at this point of my life at the age of eighteen I was very attractive with a muscular physique that seemed to attract women that were in their mid to late twenties. I remember many times as a server that I would have a table of very attractive strippers or skanky girls that wanted to party with me after my shift, but that was not my scene as I had a beautiful girlfriend that gave me everything I needed and more.